Flush Out!
Gon' head and try to hit me if you able
Stone cold stunner slam a nigga through a table
They call you they brother, try to kill you, Cain and Abel
These pussies dry cappin'
Tellin' fibs and makin fabels
He thinkin' he alladat, I'm on some more shit
Still takin' over on my JAVALORD shit
Bark but don't bite, boy I swear that's some hoe shit
That's really beyond me I swear it make no sense
Get mad if you want it just shows that the shoe fits
Talk all that talk boy I do not give 2 shits
Keep 100, tell you what the truth is
I don't fuck with these niggas let alone they music
Y'all fallin' off, but I'm up like a yoyo
Surrounded by Kappas I ain't talkin logos
On a hunt till they extinct like a dodo
The way that I'm snappin', you'd think this a photo
Step on the scene and I'm makin' it tragic
I been quiet too long so I let em' have it
Ain't gon' ever sell out I don't fuck with black magic
Bitch I'm Elmer Fudd and these rappers are rabbits
Damn (Yuh)
They like "ATG why you so heated"
It's written all over the walls nigga read it
I don't speak much, when I say shit I mean it
Won't stop until all competition defeated
Make 'em eat all they doubts when they see I succeeded
Stackin' my money up when I receive it
Invest in my craft cuz I know I believe it
Niggas get big ups and think that they big shit
It's too bad I don't give a fuck like a limp dick
That clout is a dangerous drug, it's addictive
Put yourself on the line, bitch don't risk it and get hit
Aye, I'm givin' reality checks
Aye, I'm gettin' some boundaries set
Quit sayin' you heat boy you sound like the rest
My shit thumpin' like I pound on my chest
Lyrical killin spree I'm causin' casualties
I started rappin' cuz most of y'all trash to me
Livin' a lie that is real lame and sad to see
Wanna collab then I'm taxin' a rack at least
Mob with the project we look like Maccabees
We eat these bitch niggas up like some mac and cheese
After we done brodie pass me a napkin please
Take off on these niggas ain't nobody passin' me
Dang, young ATG really doin' his thang
Don't say to much he just stay in his lane
Never clowinin' for clout, just collecting his change
Cuz it's bread over beef and it's funds before fame
Niggas not to be trusted, I can't let it hang
Niggas spittin' they venom right out of they fangs
Actin' cool to my face
Then you switch and talk shit
Then you say its sight
And still ain't did a thang
(Pussy)
Stone cold stunner slam a nigga through a table
They call you they brother, try to kill you, Cain and Abel
These pussies dry cappin'
Tellin' fibs and makin fabels
He thinkin' he alladat, I'm on some more shit
Still takin' over on my JAVALORD shit
Bark but don't bite, boy I swear that's some hoe shit
That's really beyond me I swear it make no sense
Get mad if you want it just shows that the shoe fits
Talk all that talk boy I do not give 2 shits
Keep 100, tell you what the truth is
I don't fuck with these niggas let alone they music
Y'all fallin' off, but I'm up like a yoyo
Surrounded by Kappas I ain't talkin logos
On a hunt till they extinct like a dodo
The way that I'm snappin', you'd think this a photo
Step on the scene and I'm makin' it tragic
I been quiet too long so I let em' have it
Ain't gon' ever sell out I don't fuck with black magic
Bitch I'm Elmer Fudd and these rappers are rabbits
Damn (Yuh)
They like "ATG why you so heated"
It's written all over the walls nigga read it
I don't speak much, when I say shit I mean it
Won't stop until all competition defeated
Make 'em eat all they doubts when they see I succeeded
Stackin' my money up when I receive it
Invest in my craft cuz I know I believe it
Niggas get big ups and think that they big shit
It's too bad I don't give a fuck like a limp dick
That clout is a dangerous drug, it's addictive
Put yourself on the line, bitch don't risk it and get hit
Aye, I'm givin' reality checks
Aye, I'm gettin' some boundaries set
Quit sayin' you heat boy you sound like the rest
My shit thumpin' like I pound on my chest
Lyrical killin spree I'm causin' casualties
I started rappin' cuz most of y'all trash to me
Livin' a lie that is real lame and sad to see
Wanna collab then I'm taxin' a rack at least
Mob with the project we look like Maccabees
We eat these bitch niggas up like some mac and cheese
After we done brodie pass me a napkin please
Take off on these niggas ain't nobody passin' me
Dang, young ATG really doin' his thang
Don't say to much he just stay in his lane
Never clowinin' for clout, just collecting his change
Cuz it's bread over beef and it's funds before fame
Niggas not to be trusted, I can't let it hang
Niggas spittin' they venom right out of they fangs
Actin' cool to my face
Then you switch and talk shit
Then you say its sight
And still ain't did a thang
(Pussy)
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Writer(s): Richtribe Atg
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